All language subtitles for Without Motive s02e01 Judgement Day

Thank you.

Do you mind if I... Oh, no. No, go
ahead.

Jack Mowbray, yeah?

Sorry? Oh, DC, I mean.

DC, Jack Mowbray?

That's right.

Only one of them lot said... Is this
true?

One of them lot said that you was, you
know... I know what, sorry.

You're on the M4 inquiry.

Mowbray.

Where's this?

Yeah, yeah, I know.

Look, I'll be... I'll be 20 minutes.

Cheers.

It is true, though, what they said.

It was you, right?

It was you who brought him in?

Yeah.

Could have been a robbery.

Scuffed marks on the parapet up there.
Might have been a struggle.

Maybe.

You got a name?

Yeah, uh, Euless?

No.

Alan's funeral.

Had an address in a park up there, so he
must have had some money.

Where did we find this in the wallet?

No, just a business card in his jacket
pocket. That's another thing. No wallet.

Was it a street crime?

Maybe he didn't carry a wallet.

Jack?

Can you and Trev track down this witness
guy?

Witness, Sergeant? Yeah, that's the
interesting part.

The woman there said she saw a bloke
running off in the other direction, a

with a dog.

Well, you want me to organise a house
-to -house?

Yeah, if you could.

Reconvene back at base 11, OK?

Wears it well, doesn't she?

What promotion?

Yeah, she does.

Good morning, Governor.

Ah, Jim, lad.

Lovely day for it, eh?

Couldn't be better.

Be honest, though.

I'm not going to say foregone
conclusion, because you don't, do you?

the training. Exactly.

Best way of looking at a nice little
result here today.

Twelve good men in truth.

Yeah, well, point taken, point taken.

He split up with his wife six months
ago. No one else involved, according to

her, though he took it quite badly. He
has two kids, a dog.

So far, so country and western.

And? Well, he ends up living in a bedsit
and starts drinking too much. His work

starts to suffer. They give him the
sack.

Though, according to his landlord, he's
been going out every morning for the

last two months, suited and booted.

Anyway, it's all come to a head last
week.

His maintenance payments were due. That
seems to have done it. He's chopped

himself.

Left this note on his pillow.

OK, well, take what you've got and drop
it in Amit's lap.

Amit? Yeah, as soon as you can.

Skip. Not awful at the suicide, is it?
They wanted it, they're welcome to it.

Yeah, Trev.

Found the runaway witness.

He called it in, all right, but not to
us.

He rang the Daily Mirror. A body in the
river and he rings the papers?

Lynn, I've got a call.

Oh, yeah.

Good luck. Take it on your way.

What the hell's going on? I mean, we
should be able to report people for

Hey, how's everybody going?

No sign of any white smoke.

They're taking their time.

What have they been doing all weekend?

Crossing eyes and dotting T's. As long
as it's not some mouthy sort with a

of the seconds.

They ain't got rang him, guv.

Tell that to the jury.

No, no, no, no, it's solid.

That little blonde one, the jury
foreman?

Yeah, she's right with us.

Excuse me, body in the haven earlier
today? I've got the statement, if you're

interested. I'll take him.

Margaret.

So, how'd your wangle am it? I thought
you were still working out of Harbour

Street. Ah, perks of the M4.

We did all right, didn't we?

Speak for yourself.

I heard you'd made sergeant.

Oh, me and Limbo put in for it, but what
with one thing and another.

Yeah, I heard that you moved out.

Temporarily, though. I think Sally wants
to make it permanent.

I'm sorry.

Don't be. No, really, I am. I know what
it means to you.

I mean, if I don't, well... There's
water under the bridge.

Tea?

White?

No sugar.

So, you coming on the piss -off tonight?

For Jackson?

Well, it's not like we don't know which
way it's going. They've had all weekend.

What, back -slapping Derek Henderson?

No, thanks.

It was you who brought Jackson in.

And Henderson hasn't spoken to me since,
so frankly.

What?

Well, I've spent the last ten months
trying to put as much risk out between

and Watt.

I'm back to normal duties.

Put it behind me.

Well, haven't we all?

So the last thing I need is an evening
of all our yesterdays.

Well, half your team will be there.

Lynn and Trev.

Monty will be there.

Jim Bolter.

Me.

We all went through it, Jack.

I feel...

Mrs Mowbray are no longer living
together, is that right?

That's correct, Your Honour.

Mrs Mowbray has filed for divorce and
that is the waiting due process.

Ground? Adultery.

I understand Mr Mowbray is not
contesting that.

Yes, I see.

Mr Mowbray, you understand why you're
here today?

Yes.

You have been called to court because
certain financial undertakings

agreed with Mrs Mowbray have not been
honoured.

Correct?

Defendant will stand.

Members of the jury, will your foreman
please stand?

Please answer the question yes or no.

Have you reached a verdict upon which
you're all agreed?

Yes, we have.

On the first charge on the indictment,
that of the murder of Janine Ann Wells,

do you find the defendant, Robert
Anthony Jackson, guilty or not guilty?

Guilty.

And is that the verdict of your war?

No. Yes, it is. No.

Silence in court.

On the second charge on the indictment,
that of the murder of Iris Thorpe, do

you find the defendant guilty or not
guilty?

Dad! Bushman.

Guilty. And is that the verdict of your
court? Jackson, control yourself or

you'll be removed from the court.

Removed? I'll remove you.

Yeah. Will you be silent? Yeah, big wig.

I will. Silence!

I'll do it. I'll kill you in your sleep.

With a knife I will. I'll do it.

I'll hit you.

I'll hit you.

I'll hit you. I'll hit you with an oily
hammer. I'll do it just like the others.

Fly, take him down.

Send him down. Get off me. Will you get
off me?

Get off me.

I'll get you.

I'll kill you. I will. I'll come back
and kill you. Help.

Murder.

Murder. Murder.

Those of you that were in the court saw
it firsthand, that chilling display of

violence and murderous rage that Jackson
is capable of. If he had gone into the

witness box, I think he would have been
very hard put not to reveal that side of

himself. As it was, the jury confined
themselves to the evidence that we

before them and came through.

Sully?

Sully?

Just hold up a second, please.

Mr Mulberry.

Look, I just need to speak to my wife in
private. Do you mind?

Are you all right with that, Sally?

Just call me if there's anything else I
can help you with.

Yeah, thanks.

Mr Mulberry.

Do you really have to come to court to
sort this out?

I want things done properly, Jack.

It's what the solicitor advised.

100 quid an hour, of course she's going
to say that.

Thank you, Jack. Thanks very much.

Sally!

Sally! I just want to sort things out.
Good. Get on to your bank.

I didn't know the standing order hadn't
gone through. They wrote to you, Jack?

Yeah, at Phil Layden's place.

It's beyond him to give you a letter, is
it? He's been on leave.

I don't understand why we can't just sit
down and work things out with our

courts and a solicitor.

You've been tied up with that lot,
haven't you?

No, not really.

I picked the kids up on Saturday, yeah?

What? Paul of Appersett, Susan's, and
Stuart's off Friday night to Venture

I did remind them it was your weekend.

Well, never mind.

So, the course going all right, is it?

Yes, Jack.

The course is going fine.

It's become obvious during the... trial
that my sister's death could have been

prevented. Jackson was brought in for
questioning three times by the police

before he was even arrested.

I don't know why they didn't arrest him.
First of all, he had plenty of

evidence. What were they expecting? Just
to sacrifice a few more women?

I'll tell you one thing for nothing.

There'll be a fair few queuing to say,
let me be the first.

But I'm the first.

Little perk, you know.

Seriously, guv.

Bottom of me heart.

Congratulations. Thank you, Jim.

By the way, I'd appreciate it if you
kept off the source for the first hour

two.

Just a drop -off I've got later. No need
to worry and wait in return.

We'll still be going on when you get
back.

Ah, fine.

Previous engagement.

Between these four, a publishing friend
of mine wants to steer on the Jackson

case.

Oh, right.

I shouldn't be involved by rights, but
if they're going to do it, which they

are, they want to get the facts
straight.

Ah, of course, yeah.

Understood.

So where are you going, then? Anywhere
nice?

Just about to supper.

Supper? All right.

What's up, ma?

Jammiest bastard that ever drew breath.

Go in, how's that?

He was off it, wasn't he?

The inquiry.

Stocks had given him the Spanish archer.

And where'd you get that from? It's
straight.

Yeah, but where from? I don't want it
going any further.

Yeah?

Stocks secretary.

Nina.

The day before Jackson got Nick.

No.

They were looking at bringing in someone
from the Met.

He was out, Jack.

Hang on, Margaret. Are you telling me
that Ronnie Stocks fired Henderson and

next day we go and Nick Jackson?

I know.

Locker the devil.

Are you sure?

He'd be delighted.

He'd be honoured.

Excuse me, uh, governor.

Alison Wood.

Jury foreman.

Just wanted to shake your hand. I hope
you don't mind.

Not at all.

Very nice to meet you, Alison, and thank
you on behalf of all of the team.

We all appreciate your efforts.

You're the ones who caught him. I mean,
how would you put it all together?

Brilliant, really.

We just got the breaks we needed when we
needed them.

Always the way.

99 % graft and that little 1 % of luck,
which makes all the difference.

So what are you on to now? Is it another
big case or...?

Well, do you know? I don't know.

They haven't told me.

No doubt the criminal fraternity will
find something to keep me busy.

Well, Alison, delightful to meet you.

Delightful. Thank you once again.

Jim?

I'll be there in a flash, go.

Listen, I shan't be long. I've just got
to run the governor over to another

engagement. I only be about half hour.

Do you want to get back?

I'm surprised Mr. Stocks didn't turn up.

I mean, he could have shown his face,
couldn't he?

He's done all right out of this.

I was talking to Eddie, his driver.

They're grooming him on the back of
this, apparently.

Common knowledge.

What was Jack Mowbray doing there?

Jack?

He's come to give his best, hasn't he?
Say well done.

Didn't speak to me.

Yeah, well, that's because you slipped
off early.

Didn't give him a chance.

I don't know, do I? We're going to a
party.

I don't know what time it finishes.

Look, I'll tell him to turn it down.

Did you see Dad?

I know I did.

You didn't forget to tell him about the
French exchange money.

No, I didn't forget to tell him, Paula.
I didn't tell him. Mum. It wasn't the

right time. But they'll chuck me off the
list. Look, love, please don't worry

about it. I will sort it.

Right.

Are you all right?

Yes, he was all right.

Really?

He's going to write it.

But how do you feel about doing the
foreword?

It would help if there was a
consideration for, let's say, victim

support or widows and orphans outside of
my consultation fee, of course.

We can do that.

Now, I'm sure Rod's got a lot to ask
you.

Yeah, I was wondering, when you... You
know, Rod...

There aren't words to describe what
Jackson did.

Five women dead and a sixth, Dawn
Paricelli, in a permanent vegetative

How many shattered lives do you think he
left behind?

You know, when we caught him, I told
myself this was another human being. But

Jackson isn't human.

Not in any terms of you or I understand.

But you got him in a few times before
you arrested him, didn't you? Yes.

And with hindsight, people are correctly
asking the question, why didn't we nick

him before?

Put yourself in my position.

This is a man who killed, murdered, for
recreation?

On his birthday, for example, or on
another occasion, the anniversary of his

mother leaving his father.

How do you find a man capable of that
who leaves no traces?

who had no rational motive for what he
was doing. He might as well suspect the

entire male population. Do you know,
sitting in a room with him is one of the

most chilling experiences of my 25 years
in the job.

So what about you? What have you been up
to?

Oh, if I was to tell you, I'd be home
-drawn and quartered.

Yeah.

I could be the one.

Really?

That's all you're getting, Jack.

It could be the one, and I'm very happy.

How long has this been going on?

Two months since... Well, since we...
But... No, no, longer than that.

Seven.

You didn't waste any time, did you?

Right, Jack?

Right, mate?

All right? How are you?

Well, is this all of us, then?

What's happened to little Alison? Has
she gone home?

Yeah.

Come on, I'll get you a drink.

Well, Shane, there's only about six or
seven of us.

Who's up for a spot of supper?

A bit of what?

I don't be a peasant, Trev.

Supper.

Mowbray. Got an incident down by the old
docks.

Hello, sir.

Anybody else here? No, you're the first.

Where is it? Top floor, flat fifth.

It's pretty bad, Jack.

Dad? I'm in here.

It's her.

It's the girl from the jury.

Alison, she was with us in the pub last
night.

DCS Henderson.

You give any indication of what this is
about, Mr Stocks? No.

Maybe something to do with what they've
got lined up here, eh?

Only I did hear some murmurings about
regional crime on the bush telegraph.

I don't want to go bloody regional.

I didn't think you would.

You look terrible.

It was a bit of a late night last night,
sir.

Get yourself a sausage roll, something
greasy.

Ronnie. What's going on?

You remember Keith, don't you?

Of course.

Derek? How do you keep him?

I've called you in, Derek, because...
Well, it might be something, it might be

nothing. Keith?

I called to an address in Redcliffe this
morning.

A young woman had been murdered.

Turns out she was serving on the Jackson
jury.

Foreman, in fact.

Now, I don't want to send up any sort of
balloon just yet, it's Keith's inquiry,

but once it gets out, how this girl
spent the last few weeks... What are you

saying?

Jackson went down screaming revenge, and
the next day, the formula of the jury

is found dead.

I'm not saying cause and effect, but I'm
not taking any chances.

That's why I'm assigning you, Monty,
half a dozen of the Jackson team to

Keith's team. Please, God, it's as
simple as opening a shut domestic.

Wait a second, that's her.

But if there is the slightest chance of
it having something to do with Jackson,

a revenge killing, a copycat... Copycat?

We are not getting caught with our pants
down, Derek.

Not this time.

Jim, take yourself over to my office
when you get back to Hammett. Sit tight

there for a while.

Don't worry.

A few questions. What about?

See you soon, Alex.

I thought we'd put Jackson to bed.

The way they see it, is it some sort of
reprisal?

Is the fact that she's on the jury
anything to do with the reason that she

killed? In that event, we're the ones
with experience on the Jackson case.

So check out the other jury members, see
if there's anything there.

What about Chapman's lot? What do they
do?

Looking at the domestic side, Lynn will
be working with them.

Work, boyfriend, family, anything to
shed light.

They also want to talk to anyone who was
with her in the pub last night.

Okay, reconvene back here at four.

Cover.

They're covering their arses. The sooner
we see Jackson and rule him out, the

better.

Looking for Mr. Jackson.

Papers, is it? Go on, I'll be it.

Police.

He's not here. He's gone away.

Oh, George, this gym may as well meet
him.

Oh, no, is this going to take long?

How long had you and Alison been
together?

Eighteen.

Eighteen months.

And when did you last see her?

Oh, a couple of days ago, Friday.

You didn't see her last night?

She wanted to spend the weekend alone.

She'd been on this jury thing, the
trial.

I spoke to her Sunday evening. We...
Well, she was tired. I...

I wanted to go round, but she was tired.

The trial finished yesterday.

You didn't see her last night?

No, I couldn't get a hold of her. Her
mobile must have been switched off.

And was everything OK between...

Well,

obviously the expertise of Derek's team
will prove invaluable.

Should it turn out we're dealing with a
serial offender... What grounds have you

got for saying that?

Just let me finish, Derek.

I was going on to say that obviously at
this stage we can't say that is what

we're dealing with.

No, you can't.

But on the other hand, we can't deny the
similarity, the disturbing similarity,

with the Jackson murders.

You take the ventral cut, this abdominal
wound peculiar to Jackson's victims.

Alison Wood was ripped right up the...
Alison Wood was also raped.

You can't... I don't know whether you
read the papers, Keith, but there's just

been a six -week trial or...

Maybe that escaped your attention.

Derek. Robert Anthony Jackson was found
guilty by jury after ten months of work

by us, the CPS, prosecution briefs, a
committal hearing. So why exactly are

trying to suggest he had killed her? I'm
not suggesting anything.

I'm simply saying that there was never
any sexual motive.

That has been widely publicised.

So, when push comes to shove, what we're
looking at here is a boyfriend, ex or

current, work colleague, neighbour, the
usual selection box of social

inadequates and emotional cripples, in
which case I'm more than happy to take a

back seat, let you do the driving,
Keith.

It's your show, 100%. It's your show.

Monty! How was it?

Perpetrator was blood group O, which is
interesting, since it's a boyfriend's as

well. Have to wait for the DNA, though.
Yeah, but it seems there was a bit of

silliness between the two of them, or it
all enough for her.

Some kind of argument about something to
do with Nookie from the sound of it.

Isn't it always?

She spoke to me, you know.

That girl.

Came over, introduced herself.

Yeah? Did she speak to you?

No, not as such, no.

Passing the time of day.

Having a drink, talking about, I don't
know, whatever people do talk about

dudes.

And, gosh, this happens.

About the same age as my daughter.

Where's Jim?

Still not been seen, so far as I know.

Well, he's had him since before lunch.

Do you want a cab? No, I do not want a
bloody cab.

Girl lying dead and he's Jim Boulder.

Bloody hell, these people playing.

Get me a bloody driver, Mark. Take me
home.

That was very good.

Watch it.

Off we go.

I've been tired here for four and a half
hours.

I must tell you that you are not under
arrest.

You are free to leave at any stage.

We'd like to ask you a few questions
about Alison Wood.

We haven't been able to locate Jackson's
old man.

We think he's in the Isle of Wight, but
we'll find him. Is that where Bobby is?

Don't know, sir, is it?

Might pay to find out.

Yeah, we'll do that.

The bloke we did speak to, you scratch
the surface there, you'll find

Moody fags, boots from the continent,
stolen goods, handling.

Simply for the old man on one side, I
don't see any of his mates sticking

necks out for the son, not murder.

They're out of their league.

Gov, I don't want to worry you, but I
think we're being followed.

All right, so I thought she was quite
nice.

You took her to one side of the pub,
according to the owners.

What did you talk about?

It was Bunny.

Bunny Rabbit.

I don't know, it was... Didn't mean
nothing.

What, you told me you weren't trying to
pull her?

Oh, come on, Keith, don't take the piss.

Sorry, Jim.

You gave me your number, didn't you?

Yes. Did you get hers?

No. She mentioned where she lived.

No, she did not give me her address.

And no, I did not go round there and
rape a murderer.

Now, are we done there? Can I get on?

So after she left the pub... I went
straight home, like I'm gonna do now.

Straight home?

Wife will vouch for you, will she?

What is it with you, Keith? It would
help if you'd show willingness to

cooperate. Willingness? I've been out
there all day showing willingness.

And now I've cooperated. And now I'm
going home.

You know the rules, Jim.

Listen, you.

If you want to take this further, you
nick me.

What?

What?

Pull over.

What's all this then?

Detective Chief Superintendent Derek
Henderson.

That's right. For you.

You've been served. Good afternoon.

Hold on.

Jack, fetch him back, will you?

Jack? Would that be Jack Mowbray? DC
Jack Mowbray?

Right. You've been served.

Saved me a trip, actually. Thanks very
much.

Afternoon, gents.

Summoned to appear, blah, blah, abuse of
public office. Open yours, Jack.

Mark Colfax.

Colfax? Yeah, he must be a relative of
our Colfax, the last person that Jackson

murdered.

Says I was negligent.

Court closed.

So?

Who are you again? Get in there.

Got it.

I don't want to hear it. We weren't
doing anything.

Smoke in there. In my house. It's not
your house. Don't push it. I'm warning

you. We weren't doing anything.

Where's your mum?

She's not here.

I can see that. Where is she?

Out. How do I know?

I don't believe this.

Look, she did say that she had a class
to go to tonight.

So what's Stuart going to do?

She's picking him up later.

Where from?

I don't know. With friends?

Look, we're all right, Dad.

Tell your mum I'll call her tonight.

Don't go now.

Mum said that you wanted to come back.

Is that true?

Of course it is.

Alison Wood.

24 years of age, unmarried.

Secretary at Nelson's Insurance.

Engaged to Nigel Fuller, who's an IT
engineer at the same place.

He's not alibied, but he's made no fuss
about providing us with a DNA sample.

Good of you to join us, Jack.

No doubt the rest of your team will
bring you out to speed after.

Which brings me, of course, to sightings
by Jack, Jim Boater and other M4 murder

case officers who are out celebrating
something or other.

at the Firkin earlier on the evening in
question.

They confirmed that Miss Wood left alone
after spending a good part of the

evening with D .P. Poulter.

Not leaving us, Jim.

What is it with you boys?

Jack's in, Jim's out, like a little
weather couple.

I've got to run the governor over to
Division.

My governor.

As you are, then.

After that, she disappears.

A driver of the bus, she would have
taken, don't recall her, and she was a

striking -looking young woman, so unless
she's trusted the shacks, it's a taxi.

Margaret. We're doing a trawl of the cab
firms, but nothing so far.

There is one last sighting of her, a
correction sounding of her, when a

neighbour claims he heard her door slam
at about a quarter past one in the

morning. Now, it's not at odds with a
post -mortem, which says she died

midnight and two o 'clock.

Was that door slam our killer?

On his way in or out.

Sokko's picked up quite a bit of brick
dust at the scene of the crime. She's

nothing done at the place, so the odds
are it's off our perpetrator.

So, building site.

Let's say within a five mile radius.

Builders, merchants, DIY outlets, that
sort of thing.

Monty, think you can organise one of
your lot to do now?

Good. That's it then.

You've all got designated actions.

Keep plugging away.

Jack.

You went to see Jackson's old man,
didn't you? Anything there?

No, sir, he's awake.

What's with the time all up there?

I know the doctor's got to cover
himself, but... Better safe than sorry.

Yeah, quite, quite.

Still, you boys would know that better
than me, wouldn't you?

Oh, er... You do catch up with Jackson,
senior?

Ask him how many builders he knows you
might find that interesting.

Yes, sir, I had thought about doing
that.

On the ball, then.

Mark Colfax. Never knew she had a
brother if they were so close.

Where was he when she went missing for
five months?

Was he at the funeral?

In all honesty, I don't think you need
worry.

You know, as well as I do, these things
never go the distance. It's a fishing

expedition. He'll be given compensation
and he'll go away.

No one should accept for his sister's
life a couple of grand, 10, 20.

Never mind, every quid rubs our noses in
it.

Ask a copper a time these days if his
watch is wrong, he'll get sued.

Lars not to reason why, eh?

He's decided he wants some money out of
us, so we'd better prepare a decent

case. Any messages, Nina?

Why, it's that petty -minded, nitpicky,
bureaucratic bollocks inside and out.

Tell you that jumped -up nobody Chapman,
you know what he did?

Where at?

My driver.

You know what it's all about, don't you?
Yes, I do.

It's because I turned him down for the
M4 in the first place.

I'm not going over all this again.

You need to straighten him out.

I might be ridden over by a little brown
noser like that. Not after 25 years in

the job.

25 years, Ronnie.

Congratulations.

Relax.

In a few days, the Allison Wood case
will be sorted and you won't have to

about Chapman or any of it, will you?

No, just the summons for abuse of public
service. I've told you that'll be

squared away.

It's not your name on the summons, is
it, Ronnie?

One of the lads rung through and police
have been round over that girl.

You've not read paper?

No.

Well, the jury foreman that was on your
trial, she got herself killed.

Sad, ain't it?

I could go a bit on a Kit Kat.

Or some Quavers.

They had Quavers in the last place.

Shape sticks.

You could get anything.

All sorts.

I'll bring you some in next time I come.

All right.

I miss the telly.

Mind you, I have made a nice friend
there.

Oh?

Tell her I'm in with.

What's in there?

George.

Ward has had us all bend over when I
first got here.

Wanted to look at me, you know.

Don't know what they thought I had in
it.

You'd have to be balmy to put anything
up there, wouldn't you?

Are you looking after Hammy?

Oh, I... Yeah.

Come on, come on.

Before you go into your office.

Now, now, now, now.

I know you've been trying to keep this a
secret.

But a little birdie tells me, well, all
right, all right, a paid informant told

me, well, what can I say, 25 years in.

Well, it's a special landmark, isn't it?

And we couldn't let it pass without
doing something, just something nice for

you.

You never signed this, had you?

Well, nobody asked me to.

Oh, come on.

Yeah.

A bit of what you want in my name,
innit?

He'd appreciate it.

No, he would.

It's all right. They're a few ghosts,
weren't they? You know?

Show a bit of solidarity.

Solidarity?

Not for me to say, mate.

I never know what I'm putting these
things in like. Just for God's sake,

say anything you really mean.

Chin up, old lad.

Brought your Italian.

No, thanks, George.

I'm not very hungry.

Peanut butter?

Your favourite.

Crunchy.

It is your favourite, isn't it?

There.

So go on, then.

Nice hot cup of cocoa to wash it down.

Good and sweet.

How's that?

You're good to me, George.

A real friend you've been.

Aye.

Don't let your cocoa get cold.

They stayed nicked in those days.

He'd go in the pub, get legless with an
old lag, see him out with his wife and

kids, and feel his collar the next
morning.

Yeah, well, respect them days, wouldn't
it, Gav?

Good night, sweetheart.

Oh, there's another one here for you,
Gav. Now, look.

Who's this one?

I don't know. Another secret admirer.

Crown Court.

I'm trying to keep you both out of
prison.

I just want to tell the truth, Gov. We
all do.

Don't attend to them. I'd like my own
brief, sir. Oh, for God's sake, son!

Either we're together on this or we're
finished.

I've got a suspect.

There's a blue car at some of the
Jackson killings. There's a blue car at

Allison Wood murder.

Of course, it could just be coincidence.

There's nothing there.